Page 137 of Hexed
My eyes drop to her lips.
“You can do whatever you want with me,” I reply, but I don’t know if she hears me.
I place my hand on the small of her back, anticipation flooding my body at the simple touch, and push her forward, leading her toward the small office we have down here.
We pass by Gio, who’s still where I left him with his back leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyebrow quirks as he watches me walk Venesa by him.
But he doesn’t stop me. He knows better.
All I’m concerned about is how good it feels to have her here.
We reach the office, and I swing the door open, then push her inside before closing it behind us. I lean against the wall,slipping my hands into my pockets for no other reason than I’m not sure I can control what I’ll do if I let them free.
She walks through the room, scrunching up her nose and turning to face me as she leans that delectable ass against the edge of the small desk.
Then Venesa’s body relaxes like she’s dropping a shield. “I pictured you in a skyscraper with a fancy office and secretaries at your beck and call.”
“I can show you that tomorrow morning if you’d like.”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “Of course you can.”
I stare at her with what I’m sure is a goofy-ass grin on my face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
My smile widens. “Like what?”
“Like you’re happy to see me.”
Moving forward, I slip my hands around her waist, dragging her into me. She gasps, her palms coming up to rest on my chest.
“I am happy to see you,” I say.
“Enzo, I…”
“I want to kiss you,” I blurt. I don’t know why I say it, other than it’s all I can think about now that she’s here. It’s all I thought about even when she wasn’t.
“Enzo.” She laughs.
“I’m serious. Why won’t you let me kiss you?”
“Are youdrunk?”
She tries to push off me, but I pull her in closer, flipping us around until her body is nestled between my legs as I lean back against the lip of the desk.
“Drunk on you,” I murmur, running my nose along her neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”
She giggles and tries to push me again. “You’rehandsywhen you drink, huh?”
“Can’t help it.” I grunt, digging my fingers into her hips. “I knew you were here.”
She lifts a brow and pulls back slightly. “I’m surprised you saw me at all, to be honest.”
“Baby, you walk into a room and every head turns. You think you can beanywhereI am and I won’t notice?”
Her eyes widen a bit as she stares up at me, her hands still gripping my chest—maybe to keep me away—I’m not sure. If that’s why she’s doing it, then it doesn’t have the intended effect. It does nothing but heighten the desire coursing through me like a goddamn inferno.
“Don’t say things like that,” she murmurs. “Youcan’t.”
